Close Sitter

I am just wondering, because there were at least 25 free seats available at the RE office the other day. And out of all of those seats, you decided to sit directly beside me.

Now I realize that reavealing my hate for close sitters in waiting rooms makes me sound like a total pistachio. But do you realize that your choice to sit next to me in an empty waiting room sort of makes you seem like a nut of another variety?

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I enjoy my personal space. My personal space gets invaded enough when I get here - a stab in the arm, a stab in the vag. So when I'm in the waiting room, I like to sit in the kooshy chair, place my arms on both arm rests, and watch whatever lame Hallmark movie is playing on the waiting room TV until I am called back to be violated. I am only willing to share my personal space when there are no seats left and you are obligated to sit directly next to me.

And I think you failed to notice my discomfort. The way I tried to make eye contact with you as soon as you sat down, with a look that said, "why? Why? WHY?!" And then you casually read a magazine as I turned around to count the number of available seats (25). Twenty Five perfectly comfortable, open seating where you could enjoy both your personal space and two entire arm rests! But nooooo, you just read an article in Conceive magazine like it was a map to the Holy Grail.

I was tempted to elbow your arm off of my right arm rest, but since violence is not the answer, I decided against it. Instead, I seethed with irritation and shot a continuous wave of dirty look daggers your way.

Lucky for me, I graduated and will no longer be at risk for being subjected to your close sitting ways. But in the future? Take a hint. You should know that you don't mess with a fellow infertile.

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